Demoníacas Novels & Stories

others asked the team member, who was crying in pain. “My leg,” the person answered, and with that, everyone got a burning pungent. It was horrible. They all hold their nose and took a step ahead. Ultimately, they saw the scene which shook their core. Although they were conscious, their subconscious minds told them they were in a dream. How could skin be charred without fire? “Who are you fucker?” everyone asked in unison. “Satan!” the first word fell and resumed in the next second, “The king of hell! Father of demons. Ruler of souls.” As soon as the words ended, the figure took his actual form. With two horns and a tail, the devil was standing in front of them.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being. I doubted it at first, but now I can see that it’s really working. Back in time, whenever I walk in the city, the people in the streets will run away with such horrifying expressions. Of course, I was known as the Demoness who only do evil things to others, it was normal for them to be scared. And I love that. I love when people tremble in fear when they see me. Because if I am that terrifying for them, they will not have guts to take what’s mine. They will not have a chance to betray me… to hurt me. It’s such a shame that no one recognizes me now.

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

This version looked like she had been carved out of the night itself. "You're not real," Elara whispered, her voice sounding thin and brittle. The Other Elara tilted her head, a slow, predatory movement that was hauntingly identical to Vane’s. "I am more real than the girl who thinks a demon would save her sister out of the kindness of his heart. Did you really think Vane was bored? Did you think he was just looking for a pretty human to fill his bed?" The shadow-version stood up, her gown of ink flowing around her like a living thing. She walked toward Elara, her grey eyes—Vane’s eyes—piercing.

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Derek was tired of adding formalities and just went straight to the point "Avarez Dunek, you need to stop this madness you think you can display, for Pete's sake, you are a king" Avarez paused after hearing his name from his personal guard and best friend, his expression turned cold and lonely "Derek, just let me have this one-time peace before I get tormented again" with that, he closed the door on Derek and started putting on his disguise. Derek was never one to be emotional in his judgement but his best friend had suffered many torment from hell, one exposure wouldn't hurt or so he thought. They had embarked on a journey to the demon market. The demon market is a market for many illegal t

In death, as in life, she was pure evil. And she was here, in the room with her. “Leave, dark spirit,”Mrs Feeney said,in an almost inaudible whisper, “You have no power in this home!” The spirit's unholy presence lowered the temperature in the room and made the atmosphere oppressive and dark. Every shadow seemed magnified in her proximity.The shadows, her guardians.They moved where she did, never leaving her side. What evil was this?Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.